Westside Foe Life lyrics

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We got b*tches on the left, n*ggas on the right
b*tches wanna f*ck, n*ggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, n*gga keep it tight
But make um understand Its Westside foe Life

X rated, Americans most faded, b*tch plated n*ggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but I kick back n*gga life is short (Yeah!)
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early, you ain't worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a b*tch the mic (b*tch!)
You wanna squab, I'm too rich to fight (Haha!)
n*ggas get him hit him where it hurts til his head squirts puss
Infamous when you ain't kin to us
Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose
Killa Cali all we need is an excuse

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Just remember you n*ggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, it's the middle of December
Foe every motherf*cka that wanna kill a vet
Make sure he sees a silhouette foe his pillows wet
Its the motherf*ckin crack king westside n*gga lookin mean
So pass the Visine
Hit the supa green shoot the M1 carbine
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection
Punk the world ain't yours cause motherf*ckas like you do chores
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Y'all punk n*ggas don't got a choice (Punk!)
Yo b*tch hear my voice pus*y get moist
b*tches in the beauty shop, talkin bullsh*t
Lyin on which rich n*gga done hit
How many di*ks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose f*ckin who
Nappy head hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to f*ck the richest bros
A word to the female consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Don't mean you got to spill yo guts
And lie on my nuts

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